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THE VIVISECTOR.
A Vi visector soundly slept,
/ 1 ' I1 c ‘ from his mind had well nisfli swept
Kecords, which conscience still had kept,
Of savage deeds.
Sleeper, thy ‘buried si ns' ari so,
svnd mangled victims meet your eyes,
iou shrink aghast in wildsurprise
Aud thrilling tear.
And now they hover round and round,
ith open knivesand hissing sounds,
Exulting o'erlAeiV victims found—
Their vengeance sure.
In speechless terror there you lie
Alone, no friend, no rescue nigh;
At length you raise a piteous cry—
’Tis laughed to scorn,
Their flashing knives draw closer still,
^ ou’re at the mercy of their will,
While conscience cries, with icy thrill,
‘Yourdoomis sealed-’.
The morning dawns. What ails his arm?
’Tispalsied. It will never harm
God's creatures more. Is there no balm?
None—save In penitence and prayer!
Sketches of Travel in Florida,
By Nettie Loveless Kiemlff.
Lake City is situated on the direct B. B. ronte
from Tallahassee to Jacksonville, one hundred
and six miles from the former and sixty miles
from the latter. It takes its name from the num
ber of lakes in and around the place. Leaving
Tallahassee for Lake City, a few minutes ran on
the cars brings you to Lake LaFajette which
extends along the track for seven miles, and as
the sunlight falls on its danciDg wavelets, it
seems a perfect ocean in miniatnre.
The country along this ronte does not impress
travellers very favorably, although many lovely
scenes meet the eye. It is chiefly a wilderness
—a long stretch of pine woods broken very rare
ly by humble habitations and poorly tended
farms.
Oranges and other tropical fruits are not much
cultivated \n this portion of the state, although
it is conceded that they mature better than in
the more southern regions. Tne farmers do not
fully appreciate the wonderful capacities and
advantages of their soil and climate; they depend
too much ou the old time plan of raising corn
and cotton—and the ‘nigger s,’ scorning work,
I depend for substance, mainly, on wild fruit,
fish and game.
Lake City has 1G00 inhabitants; is rather a
neat-looking town. The streets are very level,
but that fine, white sand, so peculiar to Florida,
is fearfully deep.
We were greatly annoyed while at this place,
by the sandflies, gnats and mosquitoes. The
climate inclines one to ease and quiet, but there
was plenty of energy displayed in resenting the
attacks of those murderous little enemies. We
went out a short distance into the country to
visit an acquaintance and arriving at his resi
dence about five o’clock in the afternoon, I was
struck by the group on the piazza, who seemed
engaged in some animated game of amusement,
though I heard no laughter. Some were throw
ing their arms wildly about, some were slapping
their heads and faces with their hands, some
were stamping on the floor and performing all
manner of quick and unexpected feats of calis
thenics. On entering, we inquired what game
they were playing, and our little foreign friend
replied:
‘What we were playing? By the Blessed Vir
gin, there are a fine crop of mosquitoes that are
j ust gude ripe,and if you sit here with us you'll
be very apt to join in our game of aelf-defenoe.
INDIAN MOUNDS.
During our stay at Capt. Sheppard’s,two miles
east of Lake City, our attention was called to
what is termed Indian niGunds. We Lave read
and heard much of the Mound Builders, a race
supposed to have existed here anterior to the
North American Indians; but we were assured
by some aged Floridians that these mounds
contain Indian dead—buried on the field after
a battle between hostile tribes.
The mound we excavated is in the edge of a
hammock, surrounded by tall trees, clinging
vines and the star-like palmetto. It is on a hill
side and a number of lesser mounds ar > scatter
ed below it. A few yards away, a spring of clear,
cold water bursts from the ground and murmurs
musically down the deep descent. No doubt in
ages long gone by Indian wigwams clustered
near this spring, and the fleet-footed warrior
chased their game through this same cool and
shaded hammock. But the blue smoke ciroles
are here no more above their humble abode and
the swift sportsman have found other hunting
grounds.
About six feet below the surface of the mound
we found the skeletons of seven different bodies,
some large, some small, but all evidently of the
same race. Tne teeth were in a state of perfect
preservation, were large and set firmly in the
massive jaw bones. We were all struck with the
surprising width of the months, that is, from
one set of molars to those over on the other side.
Some of the bones were well preserved—the jaw
bones and the largest bones, but the others were
so decayed they would crumble to dust in the
hand.
There were several flints of various shapes,
a few arrow heads, whetstones or thunderbolts,
and old piecies of broken pottery found above
the skeletons—the hoarded treasuers no doubt,
of the dear departed, who have rested so long
and so quietly beneath that hillock of silver-
white sand.
INDIAN LETTERS,
In 1S7G, several hundred Indians were carried
to St. Augustine, Florida, to be civilized and ed
ucated as teachers and missionaries for their
tribes. They made rapid progress in their stu
dies, and learned to wear their modern costumes
with a right royal graces
Mrs. A., of the Lake City House, visited them
during their stay at St. Augustine, and they
were so delighted with her capacity of speaking
with them in their own language, that they cor
responded with her after her return to Lake
City, knowing that 6he took a friendly interest
in their advancement. I read their letters and
was so pleased with the crnde bat good and
earnest thoughts expressed, that with Mrs. A’s
permission, I copied several of them verbatim.
‘St Augustine, March 15ih, 1878.
Dear friend; Miss Minnie A—
My English, I give yon, it is no good. I
am very well. When at the Fort, me was glad
to see you very much. My good friend, I will
remember you. Now me White Man no Indian,
all my Indian clothes are thrown away. I want
them no more, I dress in White Man’s clothes
and want .to do like good man; learn good ways,
so when I go home I can know how to teach my
friends to walk in God’s road. I love to read
about God. I love to look up and talk to Jesus,
be hears me,he hears me,he knows my heart Now
me White Man just the same and think of you.
By and by, when I go to my far away home, I
will sit down and write you. Your friend,
Bears Heart.
'St. Augustine, Fla., March 14th, 1878.
Miss Minnie A—My good friend:
‘I think of you and you go home. I am sor
ry I was away. I will write you letter and you
no more see. When you write to me sometimes
I will you write. On Sunday I will go to chnrch.
Long time all my good friend, White mans,
I love Jesus, and I now look up to Jesus who
has been so good to me. God’s good book has
told me what was wrong. I love to sing good j
faymns.
l Write to me soon, your friend, j
' JLittlh Medicine. !
The Queen of the Demi-Monde
—Diamonds and Spades.
Of all the beautiful, bad women who have shed
the lurid glare of gilded sin on that tempting
half-society of Paris the Countess Talexis, re
cently dead, was the most remarkable. Princes,
dukes and earls had lost their fortunes and lives
for her. Her wealth would have ma le an empe
ror’s ransom; her jewels we^efit for aqueen, and
she died at last in a squalid cellar on a bed of
rags, leaving only a copper medal attached to
her neck by a leather string—a relic of child
hood, strangely kopt through all the gorgeous
years of crime and splendor. The inscription
was brief. ‘Louise Talexis. born 15'h Miy, 1830.
God defend her from evil and guide her to a
happy end.’
From the town of Jouarre a tattered but
strangely beautiful girl of fifteen tramped to
Paris, and, as she sought a doubtful pittance in
the Qaartier Latin, a poor young artist, struck
with her beauty, took her up six flights of steps,
and paid her as many sous, to sit to him as a
model. In three weeks she was his quasi wife,
taken as grisettes are in the adventurous realm
of Bohemia. Her friend was a genius who
lacked opportunity and inspiration. She gave
him one with her beauty, aud the notoriety
served for the other; for in two months Paris
went mad over a picture of Venus rising from
the waves, which was only au exact portrait of
Louise in the costume in which the Goddess of
Love might have taken a sea bath before Long
Branch started blue flannel.
The Count de Nolongue at once offered the
lovely model his ‘protection,’ which the new
beauty accepted, because in the Count’s own
chateau her mother had been ruined, and there
fore oar heroine had revenge as her send-off in
the demi-monde.
The Count was one of the proudest nobles in
France, and fought hard against the malign fas
cination of the beautiful devil; and it took Louise
five years to bring her game to the proper cli
max. He blew bis brains ont while the bum
bailiffs were waiting down stairs to carry him to
a debtor's prison, and Louise quietly got in her
carriage and went to the opera, where she met
and accepted the ‘protection’ of the Due de C.,
a swell with title and millions, who fought three
duels about his gorgeous mistress in that many
weeks.
Abandoned, voluptuous, heartless and un
principled, she reigned in a palace of oriental
splendor that a sultan might envy. Her love
was intoxicating and maddening, but blighting.
She traversed Europe like an empress with a
court of princes and nobles following her in the
hope of being in turn her favorites and victims.
When beggars came she smiled at the poor
wretches with the cruelty which only such a wo
man can feel. For women, when once started,
are more wicked than men, because the first step
isolates them from the sympathy which to some
extent holds the worst men with at least some
slender cord of friendship to humanity. Damas
wrote of her; ‘She has but two uses for men -to
gratify her depravity, or greed for gold.’
in 1858 she found herself thirty years old and
the mistress of a Bussian prince, through whom
she lavished millions of roubles out of the i m-
perial treasury. The Prince was sent to Liberia
to cool his love, while the Countess Talexis, as
she then styled herself, was escorted over the
frontier by a guard of police; but the police,
though they found the woman, didn t get the
stolen money, and the Countess proceeded to
Germany, bankrupted two of the petty princes,
causing one to cut his own throat, and the other
to do the same for a rival, and at last halted in
her conquering way in the Netherlanis.
Baron Von Gelden, the richest man in all the
low countries, succumbed at onoe. He sold his
immerse estate in Batavia aud Paramaribo, and
begun ^o mortgage his European possessions.
A rival wounded him in a duel, and he ended a
poor lunatic in a mad-house, just as the Coun
tess had appointed his successor in the person
of a rich banker. The countess liked duels to
serve her amours with the flavor of blood, so she
caused the banker to challenge a prince on whom
she lavished a smile for that purpose. The
prince declined to cross swords with a banker,
and was beaten by two midnight bravos hired
by the j salons financier, who was caught and put
in prison, where he died. The Dutch prince
had to be sent on a diplomatic mission to care
him of the Countess; but he forsook his post,
was disgraced, aud actually forced his way into
the terrible beauty’s house while she was giving
a banquet, shot himself and fell at her feet, be
sprinkling her gorgeous robe with his blood.
She sent the body to the coart-yard and contin
ued her symposium.
The last crime of the Countess, which was the
turning point in her career, was causing a dia
bolical rivalry between a father and son. At
that time there were two men noted in Paris as
leaders in society, handsome, rich, and distin
guished as soldiers. Tbey were always together
on the most loving terms, and might have been
taken for brothers if they had not been known
to be father and son. The younger de Lincey
became fascinated with Talexis, and the elder
one remonstrated, but in vain, and in three
months the young man was ruined. He appdied
to his father for money, and was surprised, as
he had not seen him for a month, to behold a
worn and haggard man. He rushed the next
morning to the house of his now faithless queen
to upbraid her, aud there found his father. The
scene, too terrible to describe,ended in pitricide,
and the frantic wretch threw himself out of the
window, dragging after him the cause of hi3
crime. The passers-by picked up the corpse of
the man and the disfigured remnant of the queen
of the demi monde. She recovered perfectly from
every injury, except a scar across the face, which
not only marred her beauty, but set the sinister
impress of her real character there with a
strange, zig-zag line.
From that moment her fortane changed, her
millions melted and she became poor. A thief
stole her jewels, and the last crowning misfor
tune, the woman who had never loved became
desperately enamored of a Bohemian in the Lat
in Qaartier, who maltreated her. She had trav
eled in a circle, and came back to the starting
point
She became a box opener at a low theatre, a
waiter in a caveau, then had a fall, and had to go
on cratches, until one day ‘La Boiteuae,’ as she
was called, started to tramp back to her native
village, bat fell on the way. . She recovered
strength enough to stagger back into the streets,
where a chiffonier gave her the bed of rags on
which she died. Aad this was onoe the gor
geous queen of the demi-monde.
A Murderer’s Suicide.—At Vincennes, Ind.,—
last Wednesday, a French family named Vace-
lot, consisting of fonr persons, was found mur
dered. A Coroner’s jury fixed the crime on
Pierre Provost, a hired man, who was according
ly arrested and lodged in jaiL This coupled
with apprehension of lynching, Beemiagly
proved too much for Provost, for upon opening
the jail Sunday morning he was found dead,
having hanged himself during the night This
act seemed the more remarkable as he has re
mained stolid and immovable in his claim of in
nocence, and the overwhelming circumstantial
evidence produced no visible change in his de
meanor.
Oae of the hardest sort of people was asked to
subscribe to some object ‘I can't’ he replied;
'I must be just before I am generous.’ ‘Well,’
said the one who made the request, 'let me
know just before you are generous, and I'll try
you again.’
RECOVERING A WAIF.
DY EMILY R. STEINESTEL.
The desolation brought upon communities by
the yellow demon of the South is not to be com
puted; individual histories, however, preseut
pictures from which we can draw au idea of the
misery resulting from it -the making of orphans
and widows, the breaking up of families, the
sudden slaying of protectors, the ruthless sev
ering of dearest ties. A person might draw
soul-harrowing pictures if every humane being
did not give, voluntarily, the sympathy due
suffiriog. Nearly every reader will recall the
time, six years ago, when this horrible fever
raged nearly as fearfully as it has this year. At
that time there lived, in a pretty place in tli9 vi
cinity of Bed river,a family of five persons—hus
band, wif6, child and two servants, a colored
man and his wife. The gentleman, when the
scourge first broke out. suggested taking his
family North: but, on deliberating with his
wife, who was in delicate health ai the time and
disliked leaving her home, concluded, as they
lived somewhat out of town, that they would be
safe in remaining, if they kept aloof all inter
course with an infectious atmosphere. Vain
hope! One morning the husband was nnable to
rise from his bed: the wife, frightened by his
hourly-increasing suffering, sent for aid; the
physician immediately pronounced the case
yellow fever, and advised her to leave, and save
herself and child, and he would do all that a
human being could do to save her now-delirious
husband. Any woman can guess her answer.
She could die with him, but not desert him.
But her chill? Frantic with the necessity, she
followed the doctor's advice and sent the nurse
with her 3-year-old darling to a barge lying a mile
away on Bed river, with such instructions and
prayerful blessings as only a mother’s heart
could utter. This barge was going freighted
with fleeing human beings, who would find ref
uge in S . Louis and nearer points of safety.
The colored woman knew where the chili would
fiad a kind reception from the friends of the af
flicted mother, and, trusting to the hitherto-
faithtul servaut, the sorely-tried wife turned her
heart to the duties before her. By night she was
alone with her husband’s corpse. The man ser
vant had Aid—with his wife, probably. The
next day the doctor fonnd her—not stricken
with the fever, bat a wild maniac, hugging to
her breast the dead man’s head. He had her re
moved to an asylum, the estate taken care of as
soon as the terror in the country bad somewhat
abated,and then communicated with her friends
and relatives in Mobile and St. Louis. None
had heard of the nurse or child. Advertise
ments were inserted in a dozen different papers
for the recovery of little Edith D—, but for
three years all trace of her was lost. In the mean
time the poor, bereft widow was restored to
reason, and with a little fatherless babe—born
two months after her double loss—pressed to a
determined heart, she traveled from city to town
and town to city hunting for her other child.
Every place where colored people congregated
she haunted, every child she eagerly scanned in
passing, and who shall portray that woman’s
hopes and disappointment during nearly three
weary years of vain seeking? Bat at last, at last!
On a street in New York she saw that woman
to whom she had intrusted her child. With the
clutch of an insanely-delighted, almost-dying
woman she held her arm. ‘My child, Bath,
where is my child?' she cried with a face blue
and eyes like a hunted animal, the negro fell
on her knees, nnable to articulate a word.
‘Only tell me I shall see her again. I'll for
give everything, ask nothing, nothing. Oh,
Bath, for God's sake, is she well? Shall I see
her once more?’
In ten minutes the poor mother held to her
breast the lost one, larger.to be sure,
but her darling, every featnre as if photographed
from that loved husband’s face. The negress
had been kind to her, bat the only explanation
she coaid give was that they had, somenow been
tempted to run away with the money given her
to see the child safely at St. Lonis* And she
‘s’posed Jeff was ashamed ’cause he’d runned
away, and ’sides we heard as how both you done
died, anyway.’
The Sultan’s Seraglio.
Tire Commander of the Faithful at the Mercy
of His Women and Ministers.
To estimate the difficulty of reforming Turkey
one must get an idea of what the Sultan’s
court is.
The magnificent seraglio, whose buildings
stretoh to the length of a mile and a half on the
shore of the Bosphorus, contains more than two
thousand inmates, and is a city in itself. Here
the government is carried on chiefly by women
and slaves. Tne viziers and ministers are but ser
vants of these secluded creatnres; and although at
times a statesman, supported by a palace clique,
may wield real power, he seldom does so for
long, nor is his power, very great. From the
moment when he enters office he is secretly as
sailed by a host of enemies whom ha does not
see, and whom he cannot disarm or propitiate.
All he knows is, that while these foes are intri
guing against him, the women and slaves to
whose infinence he owed his place are fighting
for him, and that so long as they keep the up
per hand be will be safe.
The Saltan, as a rule, is as much at the mercy
of the women as his ministers. A puppet in the
hands of women, he never knows exactly who
rules him, but is obliged, for peace’s sake, to do
as his mother, sisters or favorites order. More
than one sultan, weary to death of seraglio intri
gues, would have been glad to make a clean
sweep of his female court; but any step in this
direction would have led to conspiracy and de
position. In a country where the laws of suc
cession to the throne are very confused, a sultan
is obliged to act cautiously lest he should excite
the curiosity of a pretender whose claims to the
throne might prove quite ss good as his own.
There are two seraglios. The new one where
the reigning sultan resides, and the old one to
which the favorites of the departed sultans are
relegated, and they are a source of ruinous ex
pense to the treasury. Not only are the allow
ances of the sultanas and favorites large, but
the ways of the palace are extravagant Each of
the imperial ladies have a retinue of companions,
male and female servants, and all these people
scatter gold in profusion whenever they have a
whim to satisfy.
Under Abdnl Medjid the palace was rnled for
years by a beautiful Circassian, who had been a
washerwoman, and whose ohief adviser was a
hewer of wood, who conld not read, bnt who
had the power of dismissing viziers. A girl in
the seraglio, even if she be a simple coffee bearer,
becomes a guiezde from the mere fact of the sal
tan making a complimentry remark on her.
The word means a girl who has attracted the
masters glance. ‘What a pretty girl that is who
brought in the coffee’—and the damsel is at once
and without farther parley promoted to the rank
of guieuzie; which gives her a suit of apartments
and a claim on the imperial exchequer for the
remainder of her life, or until such a time as
the saltan finds her a husband. As every woman
who marries from the seraglio takes with her,
her clothes, jewels, furniture, servants, car
riages and a quantity of money, whioh often
amonnts to many thousands of dollars, it may
be imagined how the eivilist is mulcted where
there are many guienzles. Of male members of
the seraglio there, in addition to the neoessary
staff of chamberlains, secretaries, eunuohs, scull
ions and cooks, corps of two hundred pages and
musioians^amd an army of barbers, shampooners,
tasters of the sultan’s food, athletes, buff ions,
cock-fighters, ram-fighters, astrologers and
grooms. The buff ions nave always been numer
ous, for ladies living in seclusion must be mad9
to laugh when time hangs heavily on their
hands, and when the mnsic and jigging of the
dancing girls begin to pall. Tnese dancing girls
form a corps three hundred strong, and as they
are splendidly dressed and richly fed, they cost
more to keep than a cavalry regiment. One
need not enumerate the staff of servants and
officials required for the stables (which eontain
five hundred hors as, J for the kitchen, the berths
and gardens, nor yet the stall' or court priests—
enough has been said to warrant the inference
that the sultan’s court is at once the costliest
and laziest in the world.
TheLandofthe Olive.
Its Colonization; an Ameri
can’s Idea, etc.
BY LIEUT. CLAUDE R. CONDER, R. E.
Since the completion of the Survey of Palestine
—which is on the same scale and which aims at
giving the same amount of detail given for England
by our Ordinance Survey—we may be said to pos
sess more detail and accurate information regard
ing the present condition of Palestine than exists
in any other Asiastic or African country. The
waste lands, forests, and deserts are distinguished
on this great map from the cultivated districts.
The olives, figs, vines, and enclosed vegetable gar
dens are all shewn, the springs and streams have
all been surveyed, and the memoir!* which accom
pany the map give detailed accounts of the water
supply and cultivation. We have, therefore, at the
present time reliable data on the publicatiou*for a
true estimate of the present condition of Palestine,
and of its possible future value.
The desolate condition cf the country has been
over-estimated. It has been supposed that a great
change in climate has occurred, and that there has
been a great destruction of former forests. Both
these statements are far beyond the true facts.
The seasons of Palestine are identical with those
described in the Mishnah (Tanith I.), and al
though we have no ancient observations to com
pare, and cannot therefore say with certainty that
the rainfall is the same as in older times, still the
springs and streams mentioned in the B.bleare all
yet flowing with water, aud the annual rainfall of
about twenty inches would be quite sufficient for
the wants of the country if it were stored in the
innumerable “broken cisterns,” which only re
quire a coat of cement to make them serviceable.
The climate is, no doubt, far more unhealthy
than formerly, but this is due in a great measure
to the destruction of the splendid old system of
drainage and irrigation, and to the loss of trees
raised by cultivat.on. Good drainage and tree
planting would do much to restore the land to its
former condition as regards climate.
Palestine is by no means bare of trees, and its
water supply is most abundant in the cultivated
districts. A forest of oaks covers the hills west of
Nazareth—a beatiful woodland extends westwards
from the low hills into the plains of Sharon. On
Carmel and in the Hebron hills the thick copse has
spread former vineyards and orchards, and in
lower Galilee many districts are clothed with a
dense tangled bushwood, and with oaks and mastic
trees. This luxuriant wild growth flourishes in
spite of wholesale destruction by the fire-wood
sellers, and unprotected by any forest laws, evi
dencing the richness of the soil where it grows.
Tiiis richness of the soil is also attested in the
plains by the beautiful crops of barley and wheat,
raised by merely scratching the ground with the
light native plow ; and the oil from the long olive
groves on the low hills (of which 1,800 tons was
exported in 1871) is said to be the finest in the
world. On the high Hebron hills, and on Hermon,
the vine grows luxuriantly, and good wine is even
now manufactured in Lebanon. The fruits of the
country are numerous and delicious, and cotton,
tobacco, millet, aad sugar cane can be grown
easily.
The riches of the land are mainly agricultural.
Mines have been found at Sidon and in Lebanon,
copper, coal, and even tin have beon discovered,
but the quality of the mineral does not appear to
be very good in aDj case. It seems, however, that
rock oil is to be expected in the neighborhood of
the Dead Sea (where indications of its presence
are said to have been noticed) and bitumen and
salt are already obtained from the same vicinity.
There is one particular in which a marked dif
ference is observable. This is the amount of cul
tivation as compared with that of former times.
The ancient terraces so carefully built up or hewn
in the hill-sides now pr.-Juce rich crops—but
crops of weeds and thistles. For every inhabited
village ten ruined towns are found. In the copses
and on bare hill-sides the ancient wine presses are
cut in rock. The site of the vineyard of Naboth
at Jezreel is marked on the survey map by a col
lection of these ancient presses on the hill above
the city, where not a vine plant is now grown.
Old orchard walls and watch-towers'of huge stones
stand half ruined in the wild districts, and the
same story is repeated throughout the length of
the land—the cultivation has shrunk with a de
creasing population.
The population of Syria is stated in Consular
reports not to exceed the incredibly low fiigure of
2> millions in 20,000 square miles. In the country
the people are packed in villages, containing 100
to 500 inhabitants, and the grounds of a village
will average about ten acres per soul. Two-thirds
of the peasantry are Moslem. About 40,000 Jews
are said to }ive in Syria, and in Palestine they are
found chiefly in the four sacred cities, Jerusalem,
Hebron, Tiberias and Safed, and in the coast
towns. The greater number are poor, and many
are supported by the Halukah, The richer class
are merchants and traders. The majority of the
Jews are Ashkenazim, from Germany, Poland and
Russia.
It is said that if fully cultivated,even after the na
tive fashion, Palest ine is capable of supporting ten
times its present population. The question which
realy requires to be answered is : In what man
ner can this cultivation be carried out ? It is pro
posed to show, in the succeeding articles, the
reasons why former attempts have failed, and the
true principle to be adopted, whether on a small
scale under the existing government, or on a large
scale, under a more enlightened and juster ad
ministration, It has been already proved that
none are better fitted to carry out these improve
ments, and to direct the present population in
agriculture, that the descendants of the ancient
conquerors who made hewers of wood and draw
ers of water of the aboriginal population. The
energy, industry and tact, which are so remarka
ble in the Jewish character, are qualities invalu
able in a country whose inhabitants have sunk
into fatalistic indolence; and Palestine is still so
cheap a country, and requires so moderate a cap
ital for investment, that it may well attract the at
tention of the middle class among its rightful
owners.
Of late years the Jewish population in Palestine,
and Jerusalem especially, has increased in num
bers. The community has also gained in power
and importance. A building club has been estab
lished, and houses have, by means of Jewish-co-
operation, been built outside the city on the west.
Many of the Jews are under British protection,
and the total Jewish population of the Holy City is
estimated as being from 8,000 to 10,000 souls ;
the trade of the town is rapidly falling into their
hands, and they are buying up all the available
land in the vicinity.
sociErr gossip.)
Among us just now in Kentucky, fern picnics
are the fashion. Since we must depend apon
our parlor and window gardening fj.‘ flowers
daring the long winter mouths, it behovas ns
to collect as much material as possible to adorn
the sitting-room and make up for the lack of
summer greenery. Every year we develop more
skid and cunning in thiprepira ion and prese
vation ot autumn leaves and ferns, and conse
quently every winter adds to the beauty of indi
vidual collections. Daring the ‘brief, bright
days of the ripe October,’ parties are formed
who arm themselves with lunch-baskets^inpleas
ant profnsion and go out several miles in the
country, sometimes in a morning railroad train,
frequently in Jersey wagons, and after spending
a busy, happy day amongst the dried grass and
leaves, the expedition, often resolviag into a
nutting party, return to town laden with the
spoils as the autumn dusk is closing in and the
city lights are beginning to twinkle through the
darkness.
Mr. J. A. P. Simmons, of the Covington Enter
prise, was married to Miss Mattie B. Snow, of
Social Circle, by Bov, W. B Branham, at the
residence of the bride's brother-in-law, on No
vember 9hh.
The Thomas County, Ga., Fair is being held
this week. As Thomas is the banner county in
the way of good farms, fine frait and products
of home industry, there is sure to be a fine dis
play iu these lines. The social features are not
neglected. The young gentlemen of the city
will give a grand hop, having engaged the Macon
band (Kessler’s) for the occasion.
Dr. Lipscomb, LLT)., gave his opening lecture
on ‘Shakspeare Subjects in Macon on Friday,
4he 8:h inst. He subjected the charaoter of Mac
beth to exhaustive analysis. A large audience,
composed of the most intelligent and appreci
ative ladies and gentlemen of Macon listened to
his lecture.
The girls' waists are to be encircled this sea
son with a new-fashioned belt with a very large
bnckle. . It will not be a3 satisfactory as a coat-
sleeve with a good nervey arm in it, though.
The newest ear-rings are a web of fine gold
with a fly in green enamel caught in the toils.
As the spider is not to be seen, we conclnde that
the girl who wears them is to represent that
busy insect.
New dresses lately received exhibit change
only in the manner of draping. Polonaises vie
with basques and overskirts in popularity, but
the latter are rather in the ascendancy—indeed,
it is difficult at a casual glance to tell what the
exact style of many costumes is, as the polouaise
is often combined with a basque and overskirt
back. Oae cunningly-devised combination is
composed of basque, overskirt and scarf, which
can be worn in the ordinary style, or the back
of the jaunty basque, which is slashed, can be
smoothly folded over the form, aad a perfect
polonaise effect produced by tying the scarf
around the figure just above the edge of tne
basque; again, the polonaise front may be pre
served and a basque back added by slipping the
scarf beneath the slashed seams behind- Oa all
the dresses, both street and house, two, and fre
quently three materials are employed on one
suit. The plain fabrics serve as the founda
tion and effectively show the contrast of the gay
material, which is used on the waist as vast, col
lar, centre piece of the back, facing for the ra
vers on the basque-skirt, cuffs, etc,, on the skirt
as panels, re vers, retrousse band and folds are
used to show the qnght trimmings.
In the fall a silent sadness to the drooping
flowers cleave,
In the fall the woodland’s draamy with the
ffrw-frou of the leaves —
And the wnir of the partridges, etc.
In the fall the hazy gloaming with a purple
glory burns,
In the fall Miss Goorgiana in the Bible places
ferns—3
If she has a young man to help her gather them.
In the fall above the valley snowy cloudlets
stretch for miles;
In the fall the city windows are profasa w'th
Paris styles —
Much to the j oy of the ladies, ba it said.
In the fall the marry songster leaves his pretty
summer lea’s,
In the fall the politician is divorced from rolls
of V’s—
For reasons which require no explanation.
In the fall all breasts with reverie are buoy
ant aad elate,
In the fall a man will foadly kiss his pretty
ccusin Kate—
Or Mary Anne, as the case may b9.
In the fall the soul of beauty dwells within
the garden sere,
In the fall we all are positive that winter's
drawing near—
The other fall happenings are too numerou3jto
mention.
The life that the lady artists lead in New
York and Philadelphia is most picturesque and
fascinating. Studies of all kinds— reminiscen
ces of their summer wanderings by mountain
or sea; grasses, barks, flowers, artistic draperies
and above all their own pictures make their stu
dios charming winter gardens. Their friends
and brother and sister artists come in daring
leisure hours aud delightful social relaxation
and improving interchange of art ideas ensue.
Miss Francis aud Miss Phelps are engaged in
china decoration—the former is painting a set
of desert plates and cups and saucers in designs,
said by art critics to be exquisitely beautiful.
“Some of the saucers have monograms in the
centre. Some of the cups have swallows wing
ing their way through the sky with the inscrip
tion, ‘When the swallows homeward fly’; an
other has • The cup that cheers but not inebri
ates.’
The Thomas Co. Ga. Fair is being held this
week. As Thomas is the banner county in the
way of good farms, fine fruit, and products of
home industry, there is sure to be a fine display
in these lines. The social features are not neg
lected. The young men of the city will give a
grand hop, having engaged the Macon ban
(Kessler’s) for the occasion. d
Augusta Chronicle: Miss Carry Bobiuson, of
Atlanta, has won quite a fame by her recent mu
sical compositions. They are pronounced ex
cellent by competent critics.
t.Mrs. General T. B. B. Cobb, Miss Birdie Cobb
and Mrs. A. Hall, of Athens, are visiting the
family of Captain Harry Jackson, on Mitchell
street. j$
The drapery at the back of walking dresses is
now placed higher np, and a plaiting of stiff-
corded mnslin is placed inside to give a bouffant
effect ^
Novel cravats, quite like those worn by gentle
men, will grace the feminine neck. These cra
vats are tied in a neat bow, in a somewhat prim
style
Flannel underskirts are finished with laoe
knit from Saxony yarn, or crocheted from red
ice wool. Any of the pretty Smyrna patterns
may be imitated.
Blaok velvet hats are elaborately trimmed
with feathers, fanoy velvets, orimson roses,
round gilt cord, and odd ornaments in gold, sil-*
ver, jet, steel or garnet. J